A beautiful poem about a woman who plays the pipa

A beautiful poem about pipa 1. A poem describing the pipa.

1, we suddenly heard a voice, a guitar across the water, the owner forgot to go home, and the guests left. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa from the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave.

2. Who is it? Find a piece of wood, three feet of spring ice and five notes. One shot will definitely break the real pearl sac, and the gold plate will burst intermittently. -Tang Niushu Pipa Tour

I wonder who cut this pipa with a knife. As little as three feet of spring ice, there are five tones. When Dan bounced, it seemed that the real pearl bag was torn open, and the real pearl burst into the gold plate, making an intermittent round sound.

3, the window is cold, light and slow, and tears are full of eyelashes. -Song Xin Qiqi's "He Xinlang Fu Pipa"

The beautiful woman is playing the piano slowly, expressing the depression in her heart. Her sad tears wet her beautiful long eyelashes.

4. Xiaolian put on the pipa string first and broke the sky. -stone "confessions, pipa girl"

Xiaolian has just tuned the pipa, and her voice is crisp and loud, as if to break through the sky.

5, wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately. -Tang William Wang's two Liangzhou poems, the first part.

The sweet wine at the banquet was packed in a luminous glass, and when it was about to be drunk, the pipa sounded as if urging people to go out.

6. Pipa dance brings new sounds and always closes old feelings. -Don Wang Changling's Seven Songs of Military Service

During the military dance, the accompanying pipa played a new sound. No matter how it is decorated, whenever I hear Guan Shanyue's tunes, it will always arouse the homesickness of border guards and soldiers.

2. What are the poems about pipa?

1, He Xinlang wrote the pipa

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Phoenix-tailed dragon fragrance dial. How many times has it been romantic since Kaiyuan? The most bitter guest is Xunyang Jiangtou, which is graceful and graceful in painting. Remember the traffic jam and heavy snow in Huang Yun? Leave Wan Li immediately and look at Zhaoyang Palace for loneliness. I don't know if I don't hate it.

The emissary of Liaoyang is absolutely silent. It's cold and light outside the window, and tears are full of eyelashes. The affectionate pusher is still a hand, with a faint "Liangzhou". Eternal events, Yun Fei draw out. He Lao has no news. He wants to rest in the north of Chenxiang Temple and play here until he breaks down in tears.

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The phoenix-tailed piano board is engraved with the phoenix-tailed piano, and the plucked piano is made of cypress. How brilliant was the joy of clothes and feathers in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and Kaiyuan period, but everything was a thing of the past. The most unfortunate thing is that the poets in Jiangtou, Xunyang were waiting to start, and suddenly they were happy. I remember when Wang Zhaojun went to the fortress, Huang Yun was covered with snow.

When I left my hometown for more than three thousand miles, the sound of music told me infinite sadness. I looked back at Zhaoyang Palace and saw a lonely goose on the horizon. The strings know the way of the world, and how much hatred can't be told to people.

I have been recruiting people to Liaoyang for many years, and there is no news yet. The beautiful woman is playing the piano slowly, expressing the depression in her heart. Her sad tears soaked her beautiful long eyelashes. She has superb skills and played the song Liangzhou to the sky. Eternal events are like fleeting clouds. There is no news of He Lao anymore, and the prosperity in the north of Chenxiang Temple has never been seen again. It's really heartbreaking when music is played here.

2. Tell the truth and pipa girl

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Xiaolian first put on the pipa string and played across the blue sky. The hatred hidden in Mingming's embroidered pavilion all spread to Song.

The skin is like jade, the temples are combed with cicadas, and the windows are bright and clean. Su E tonight, so with people, is like fighting ChanJuan.

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Xiaolian has just tuned the pipa, and her voice is crisp and loud, as if to break through the sky. Listen carefully, the music is clearly telling the resentment in the embroidered pavilion, and the voice is touching.

I saw her skin as jade, a pair of cicada temples and a pipa in hand, standing at the window. The bright moon shines on her tonight, as if Chang 'e in the moon palace is particularly beautiful with her.

3. Yu Meiren Pipa

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Today, let's have a party to congratulate the old and change some new ones. Complaints sit on the old sound diaphragm, but common ears only know how to play, so they don't have to play.

Who knows if the string is broken, seven years is small. Try to teach to play a roll of thunder, and tears will come to your eyes.

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Is Tang Tianbao's musician He Lao still playing the leading role? Today's reality is to change the sound again and again. The new sound of complaints naturally forced the decline of traditional music, and ordinary audiences only knew how to play, but it was not worth playing.

When the string is broken, the sound changes. Who knows? Only seven-year-old Cai Wenji knows which string is broken. If someone pops up a high-level Lei Yin, it will arouse the tears of the elder generation of music teachers.

4. Chaotian word baby pipa

Yuan dynasty: George

Warm roast, drunken guests, forced incense. The sound of young warblers in the small curtain awakens the dream before flowers. The nails are soft, the eyebrows are light and vertical, and the lovesickness is endless. Jade onion, Qingfeng, arrogant and timid pipa.

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Warm and drunk, it makes my heart sprout. Xiao Huang Yinger sang one song after another in the curtain, awakening the dream of spring before flowers. The nails are slender and gentle, the eyebrows move gently, and the song of a prime minister's thoughts is not over. Fingers are like jade onions, hair is like a cloud maple, delicate and weak, and the heavy pipa makes her timid.

5. Two Liangzhou words: one

Tang Dynasty: William Wang

Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa, hurry up immediately.

Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?

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At the banquet, mellow grapes and fine wine are packed in delicate luminous cups, and geisha play the hurried and cheerful pipa to help them drink. The soldiers were filled with pride at the thought of killing the enemy across the battlefield and serving the country.

You must get drunk today, even on the battlefield. This time, I went out to serve my country. I'm dying, but I'm not ready to come back alive.

3. Seek ancient beautiful sentences about pipa.

1, make your eyes full of longing, cross the boundless breeze and moonlight, and slowly light up your heart with warmth. The wind, blowing through the west window, through the alley, gently shaking his sleeves, drunk, tears streaming down his face. Who is dancing lightly, making the flowers wither in such a hurry? Who, still holding the pipa, half covered the frivolous voice. Heart, loss, slow calculation, lost past.

2, dream of the desert, don't kill time in the acropolis. Pavilion, loneliness at hand; Worried to listen, the world spreads the sound of silence. And slowly exhorted, the people did not stop.

3. misty rain breaks the bridge and bluestone breaks. Pour a cup of Tianya, half-opened, natural and unrestrained in the wind and rain. The breeze passed through the bamboo forest and whispered softly. Drink a cup of care, open on the moss.

Step 4 sigh. Mourn. Don't. Clutch. Sadness and joy are mixed. Three hearts. Two thousand years. Have a big dream. Return to the world. Looking for the old days. It's hard to move on. Love is thick and thin. Hatred is far from over. Until now, things have changed. Who will laugh with whom for another hundred years?

I feel desolate. It is not time that flies, it is emotion. In a hurry, I swam around past lives in the morning and evening, and I can still remember the moment when fireworks fell, the fragrance permeating the lake, and staring at the smell of meteors emitted by my clear eyes.

4. Ancient poems describing pipa sound

There are many,

Bai Juyi pipa:

"Big strings hum like rain, and thin strings are as low as whispers."

Original poem:

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned and bent her fingers, then started her music and talked about endless things in your heart.

Take your time, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, and spring water flows along the beach.

By checking its cold touch, the string seems to be broken, which makes us never stop.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

Put it on the strings thoughtfully, straighten clothes and gather customers.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Song often teaches excellent talents, and her beauty is the envy of all the leading dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

My brother joined the army and my aunt died. Night after night passed and her beauty disappeared.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

Go to Jiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and the moon sails around the boat in cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

I live in a small town near the river, which is low and humid. Huang Lu bitter bamboo is born around the house.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, which are hard to hear.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.

5. Poems praising pipa

1, want to drink pipa right away.

the Tang Dynasty

William Wang

Liangzhou Song

2. The voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

the Tang Dynasty

Bai Juyi

Pipa tour

There is still half of her face hidden behind her guitar.

the Tang Dynasty

Bai Juyi

Pipa tour

He mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen.

the Tang Dynasty

Bai Juyi

Pipa tour

Her first guitar note made me sigh.

the Tang Dynasty

Bai Juyi

Pipa tour

6. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar.

the Tang Dynasty

Bai Juyi

Pipa tour

7. I will write a Long song about guitar.

the Tang Dynasty

Bai Juyi

Pipa tour

8. Play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.

the Tang Dynasty

Cen Can

A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

9. Pipa Gold Cui Yu

the Tang Dynasty

Wei Zhuang

One Night in the Red Chamber by Bodhisattva Man

10, stop drinking and listen to the pipa.

Song dynasty; surname

Su Shi

Picking mulberry seeds, sentimental and sick

1 1, communication and self-knowledge of pipa

Song dynasty; surname

Wang Anshi

Feimingqu

Lian Xiao played the pipa for the first time.

Song dynasty; surname

Wang Anshi

Qingping music can't stay in spring.

6. Sentences about Pipa

Pipa (Tang) liqiao

Zhu Xian has heard of Daigu, and there are many copies of Shuowen Jiezi. Half a month is divided into strings and spent on the face. The general composed music and Sima accompanied him many times. This is Hu Zhongle. I hope you can play it at once.

Meng Haoran, one of the two Liangzhou Ci Poems (Tang Dynasty)

The muddy rosewood is now written, making the pipa sound into the clouds. Alakazam is Wan Li Road, so I can send Mingjun right away.

Wang Changling, one of the seven wonders of joining the army (Tang Dynasty)

There is always a sense of parting in the new voice of pipa dance. I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.

One of Two Liangzhou Ci Poems in Tang Dynasty

Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa, hurry up immediately. Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times.

Gong Ci (Tang)

Gold is used to keep the rosewood groove, and the initial tension of the string is higher. Yesterday came a new song, sending cherries outside the curtain of the inner palace.

Pipa Pavilion (Song Dynasty) Zhang Yuhu

Jiangzhou Sima, an old confidant, has a deeper sense of wandering in the rivers and lakes. Wan Li old friend, don't make a pipa on a moonlit night. On the Xunyang River, on the Pipa Moon, in front of Peng Ze, the willow wind blows. Although the two sages have different sorrows and joys, they are not similar.

Pipa Pavilion (Song) Liu Chang

Yue Ming Pipa Pavilion in Jiangtou is a sad song. If you want to know where your heart was broken, you should only know that the river is a sound.

Qing Ping Le (Song) Yan

Let a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend. Send it back to spring. Pickers are getting less and less popular. Dried plums with small leaves and plums. Xiao Qiong leisurely holds the pipa. Snow-scented gauze. Just a delicate and charming branch, standing alone at the feast.